The Atlanta Trio’s New Album, Culture II, Is Stocked With Infinite Wisdom

It’s been seven months since I last wrote, I hope you are well and strong—wise beyond your years, if I remember correctly.

I’m writing you again today because Migos has just released their Culture II album, and you are going to listen to a lot of Migos. You don’t know who this is yet, but Childish Gambino—or Donald Glover, if you ever get into the show Community (you don’t lol)—called them “The Beatles of this generation.” So you know I’m not really fucking around when I tell you to listen to what I’m about to say. Migos is collectively brilliant; a personification of the scene from Bad Boys II wherein Will Smith escapes the jaws of death in a Ferrari and goes, “WOOOOOOOOO.” That is Migos. And they are full of worn, leathery wisdom for the taking.

So please, go forth in your eleventh year of life with these lyrics and lectures close to heart. They will serve you greatly for years to come.

“I'ma put these racks in your face,In your face, show you that you lame.” —Higher We Go

Lead others by example. Showing goes farther than telling, always.

“Bag of bread, call it loaf (loaf!).” —Higher We Go

You should know this by now, but just in case.

“Hands in the cookie jar, cut his finger off (ah).” —Narcos

Never let your peers unrightfully take what’s yours or your family’s.

“Chopper ring, drumline, Nick Cannon.” —Autopilot

Drumline is an excellent, groundbreaking film and do not let anyone tell you otherwise.

“Hundred racks in the Gucci fanny (Gucci!).” —Autopilot

Go get yourself a Gucci fanny pack—just seems like a thing that would drastically elevate the social status of an 11-year-old.

“I think my back got scoliosis 'cause I swerve the lane (skrrt).” —Walk It Like I Talk It

Some tough news: You’re going to endure a mild case of scoliosis pretty soon here. The good news: No one cares and you can eat things like cereal from your caved-in sternum.

“Fucking a bih, and that's not a problem,I get a rebound, then tuck in my Spalding.” —Walk It Like I Talk It

Congratulations, you’re about to make the middle school basketball team. Now go grab a board and lock that shit in—turnovers lead to losses.